Chapter 975 957. Execution
“Spell.”
Lan whispered a word that Cornicus had been mumbling in his ear.
This old conjurer seems to want to teach an apprentice.
"Okay, if I have time, I will learn. But now the two of us have to do something first, you are."
"Oh, don't worry, I can go to the Deep Church by myself."
Conicus laughed and said.
"This group of villagers caught me before when they were still sensible, but now they have no brains."
As he said that, the old conjurer moved from the iron where he was imprisoned. From the pile of debris outside the cage, an ax and a wooden shield were found.
Looks like his own equipment.
Now Lan En has felt that the tide of chaotic magic is getting stronger and stronger, and his return is approaching.
So time is quite tight now, so he did not refute Cornicus.
This is a spell caster after all, and he seems to have some skills as a warrior, so he should be able to trust his combat effectiveness.
“Hope to see you in the Netherworld Church.”
Lan En blessed the old conjurer.
And Cornicus also nodded: "Of course, a master without an apprentice, and an apprentice without a master, are not decent."
"Eh? Don't look at me like that, just take it like that. To show my face, I will teach you spells. It’s not too much to call me teacher, right? That’s what it means to be human.” With that said, he left without looking back.
Lan En does not object to calling the person who teaches him knowledge a teacher, but after killing Bordon, his first reaction when hearing this title will always be a little strange.
"Spells and large swamps are synonymous with deformity and pathology. Although spells are also flames, they are not the sacred first fire, but a symbol of the distortion of life."
And Sirius, who had been standing next to him just now, whispered.
"If in the past stable days, someone said they wanted to learn Onuma's spell, they must be crazy. But now."
She looked down from the attic, the undead settlement On the wooden roof of the compact house stood the bones of corpses that had been tortured on wheels and then eaten clean by crows.
And in the streets, wandering souls cruised sobbing.
The female knight of the Kingdom of Twilight shook her head and smiled to herself.
"There seems to be no one in the world who can call you 'crazy'."
Lan En was noncommittal about this. He turned on his witcher senses again and led the way towards the stairs.
"Finish your business first, and then sigh."
The two continued to move forward in the undead settlement.
Foldolink's footsteps followed a very fixed path, so Lan En and Sirius didn't go far when they found that their footsteps extended into a downward cave.
Continuing to walk inside, we gradually entered the interior of the mountain. Huge rock blocks appeared on the wall. This was a rock cavity.
But at the end of the cave, the rock cavity was filled with bones.
The size of this cavity is almost the same as a football field. At the edge, bones imprisoned in iron cages are piled up randomly.
The corpses in those cages have dried up and decayed, but they can still be seen struggling to get out of the cage.
Presumably they were trying to escape at the moment they were about to die.
In the deepest part of the cavity, a pile of dry and yellowed bones was piled into a hill more than five meters high.
Based on Lan En's biological knowledge, it seems to be a specific section of the human spine.
How many people have died here if a person's bones with only one bone are accumulated to such a high level?
The figure that seemed familiar to both Lan En and Sirius was half-kneeling in front of the spine hill, praying.
Foldolink.
Paladin of the Realm of Twilight.
There was a layer of water on the ground of this rocky hollow, so there was a slight sound of treading water when the two walked in.
This voice prompted the paladin, who was half-kneeling in prayer to the hill of spine, to stand up.
And carrying the flame-shaped sword in one hand and the small shield tied to the other, he walked towards the two of them.
Without words, even if he was facing his granddaughter, Fodolink's eyes under the pointed helmet did not waver at all.
The sharp and weird murderous aura swept over the two of them in a targeted manner.
At this moment, there is no doubt.
On the way here, Sirius would occasionally show struggling, anxious, and sad expressions, but now he was calm and deserted as before.
That is what it looks like after accepting reality and determined to bear it.
“Finally found you, Grandpa.”
Sirius said softly, while walking towards Fodolink with gentle steps but without hesitation.
"I will fulfill our agreement."
Sirius's left hand held the catalyst that activated the miracle, and he recited the story of the Dark Moon Knights' crusade against the anti-God thieves.
Then her sharp and large stabbing sword lit up with little purple lights.
[Miracle·Dark Moon Light Sword].
Only those who have made outstanding contributions in the Dark Moon Knights can be awarded this miracle by the leader.
Attached to the weapon with the power of the dark moon, it has no effect such as fire or thunder, but it can purely make the damage of the attack stronger. But the problem is: after the weapon's damage ability is stronger, it must hit someone to be effective.
Sirius uses a standard sword thrusting technique. The curved legs and spine allow her to 'eject' the sword out like a contracting spring. .
The stabbing sword started very quickly. The stabbing sword flashed with dark purple light and stabbed at Fodolink without any hesitation.
But this paladin's famous combat skill is [Block].
There are not many people in the world who can compare with Ford Link in the use of this combat skill.
In his hand, the small dusk-colored shield immediately swung out in response to the stabbing blow, bringing up a series of supernatural white afterimages.
But he may not remember his granddaughter, or he may have regarded Sirius as just a stranger.
But Sirius remembered him from beginning to end.
Relying on his familiarity with his grandfather, the maximum distance Sirius could exert his force was just enough to brush against the edge of Fodolink's Twilight Shield without causing a collision.
So the [Block] combat skill did not hit Sirius' stabbing sword at all!
Although combat skills are supernatural powers, if they are not triggered, they are not triggered.
Following that, Sirius had already prepared a second thrust, taking advantage of the gap between Fodolink's shield to swing straight towards the unprotected chest!
This is the best opportunity that Sirius has created based on his understanding of his grandfather.
But she still didn't expect that the gap between her and her grandfather was so big.
The flaming sword that Fordolink originally carried on his shoulder slipped down due to the tilt of his body caused by swinging the shield.
Sirius's stabbing sword is indeed sharp enough, but it cannot change its lightness.
Although Fordolink was unable to exert any force at all because he swung his shield in the air at this time, he only relied on the weight of the flame-shaped sword itself and his control of the collision point.
The fallen sword, the sharp angle formed by the sword grid and the blade caught the tip of the thrusting sword forward, and pressed straight down.
The tip of the rapier drew a line of sparks on Fodolink's dusk-colored breastplate, but the direction of the force was deflected, preventing the rapier from piercing the armor.
Taking this time, Fodolink also readjusted the holding position of the shield that he originally waved sideways.
The eyes under the pointed helmet were cold and ruthless, and the hand holding the shield was in a punching stance.
But in front of the fist was the Twilight Shield that was laid flat with the edge of the shield facing Sirius's face!
Foldolink's skills are solid and powerful. When he first met Lan En, he used a slash from his great sword to cut half of a wandering spirit's body in half.
Of course, the edge of the shield was not as sharp as a sword, but hitting it straight into the face was enough to break a person's skull into two halves with Fodolink's skill.
Sirius is not immortal, she is truly dead when she dies.
So.
There was a "bang"!
The edge of the shield that hit Sirius' face was forcefully blocked by a big hand stretching out from behind the female knight!
The size of the Twilight Shield was a small and light shield for an ordinary person. Lan En's palm caught the edge of the shield.
The half of the palm that covers it is nearly a quarter of the size of the shield.
"Long time no see, Fodolink."
He said long-lost words, but there was no joy in meeting an acquaintance in Lan En's eyes, only a heavy sigh.
Foldolink twitched his shield hand, trying to regain his freedom of movement. The armor plates on his arms and the straps behind the shield made a clanking sound.
But I can’t pump it at all!
If the two are engaged in a weapons confrontation, then the old knight may be able to deal with Lan En for a long time with his solid quality and skills.
But once he gets caught in this kind of direct competition that is simple and does not focus on technology and tactics, he will undoubtedly be at a disadvantage.
And not only is sheer strength at a disadvantage, but the number of people is also at a disadvantage.
Lan En used one hand to catch the edge of the shield with the palm of his hand, and then pressed his wrist down.
The straps on the inside of the Twilight Shield immediately made a 'crunching' sound as the leather was stretched to the limit, even on the verge of breaking.
Fodolink's forearm, which was tied behind the shield, was also pressed down by this force and involuntarily sank down.
His movements were deformed.
Motion deformation means that a warrior becomes weaker.
Sirius, who had originally suppressed the sword, did not hesitate at this time.
Taking advantage of this momentary change, she quickly pulled out the weapon from the angle between the sword grid and the blade of the flame-shaped sword amid a burst of metal friction.
Following a 'pop' sound, the stabbing sword shining with the light of the dark moon stabbed into Fodolink's chest with great force.
The tip of the sword is always exposed from the back.
Blood splattered.
But both Sirius and Lan knew that this was not the end.
Fodolink is a powerful warrior, so his soul power is strong enough.
A puncture wound through the chest is enough to kill an ordinary person several times. But for him, maybe it only consumed less than half of his soul power.
But no matter how much this soul power is consumed, it doesn't matter to the current situation.
Because as long as Lan En doesn't let go, his power can always be used for direct wrestling through the shield.
Then suppressing Fordolink's movements and skills.
Then let Sirius carry out the execution.
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(End of this chapter)